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Aug 2016
I.
back when i was fresh
as the sweet summer air
love was the boy next door
who'd cycle round and round
in the park which my window overlooked

II.
when the chilled leaves blew through
the open front door that autumn
love was the boy with big glasses
and open books from which he'd read to me
while we sat on the wooden swing on my porch

III.
bitter winds and chattering cold
winter brought with is an ache in my bones
love was now the boy a dying heart
he ****** at me to keep him warm
while the snowflakes kissed my blue lips

IV.
but, oh! when those flowers bloomed
and the breeze of spring smelt of second chances
love walked in with a mind full of stars
and a twinkle in his eye
we spent the night exploring the galaxies

V.
the sun peeked out this year
after a year long sleep, to warm my day
this summer, he looked at me and my spring love
& smiled- because this time, *love was here to stay.
love takes a million different forms when you're growing up; and after the long journey, finding the right person is sweeter than any field of honeysuckles
mk
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